on 11-02-2021 14:04
on 28-02-2021 11:54
on 01-03-2021 07:36
on 01-03-2021 07:36
I can relate to that poem @Pennywren. The half light between either dusk or dawn.
This morning in my part of the UK, we have murky fog. No sign of sun. In fact the difference between the last day of February and the 1st March seems a tad grim. No birdsong, just 'muffled' quiet.
Veritas Numquam Perit
on 01-03-2021 09:09
on 01-03-2021 09:09
What you described in your last random poem is somewhat similar to what I saw out of my bedroom window when I awoke this morning - the robin, the magpies, [wood]pigeons and a neighbourhood cat looking up Only wish the sun was breaking through the fog and it was warmer...
on 01-03-2021 19:11
01-03-2021 20:15 - edited 01-03-2021 20:16
01-03-2021 20:15 - edited 01-03-2021 20:16
I`m definitely looking forward to days like those you described in your "Longer Days" poem.
You`re right. The poems in Poetry Corner are a nice connection no matter where those reading them are. I so enjoy reading them and "thank you" for sharing your "random musings".
on 02-03-2021 07:56
on 02-03-2021 07:56
@Pennywren wrote:
Its amazing how simple things like that can connect us even so far apart.
Im glad that I can share my poems here. Its nice to have someone read my random musings.
*longer days*
As the days are getting longer,
The weather getting better,
Maybe there can be hope.
Hope for the future thought to be lost,
Hope for a rise in spirits.
A time of long walks,
Time in the sun.
Of carefree sunny days,
Icecream and summer haze.
Birdsong fills the air,
Lawns carpeted with flowers:
Roses, sweet peas,
Lily of the valley and anemones too.
The hedgerows bursting with life,
The verges a tapestry of colour.
Things seem brighter on a summer's day,
The colours richer,
The sounds more musical.
Let the sun lift up your spirits,
Let it chase away the shadows of the heart.
This is one of those poems to really raise my spirits @Pennywren.
I can't wait for longer days. Hearing the birdsong when I wake. Sitting outside with my first cup of tea of the day. Windows open, fresh air, washing drying on the line, the smell of newly mown grass.
Little things but bright things.
Veritas Numquam Perit
on 02-03-2021 12:20
on 02-03-2021 12:20
Poems can take many forms for me.
Some good others not so good. A way to speak when my head feels all over the place. So apologies in advance for this one.
me
Im a shy kind of girl,
In a big wide world.
Im nobody special,
Im just me.
Im nothing exciting,
I try to be me.
Can’t connect with others.
Feel lost in my life.
Dont belong anywhere,
Just a guest,
A wallflower in a vibrant world.
Left broken by bullies,
Wish I was strong.
Try to be me,
Not good enough.
I try to be somebody,
Not good enough.
Too many lies have become my truth:
Nobody important,
Nothing special about me.
I will hold on,
But have no fight in me
on 02-03-2021 13:39
I love your poetry @Pennywren
The way of connectivity you create with us
Your poem 'me' I can particularly relate to
Thank you for sharing your poems with us.
on 03-03-2021 18:36
04-03-2021 16:53 - edited 04-03-2021 16:55
04-03-2021 16:53 - edited 04-03-2021 16:55
Timeless
Time does drag,
I watch the clock,
Unaware what’s going on.
The second hand shudders.
An attempted tick,
But no tock.
I stare in disbelief.
All things have stopped,
The silence eerie and pressing.
No traffic,
No birdsong,
No movement all around.
Mesmerised I stare in wonderment,
At the stillness all around.
Just now a storm in full flow,
Was pounding on the ground.
But now each raindrop,
Suspended, frozen in time.
The light catches each drop,
Sending a myriad of colours,
Dancing in the light.
A raindrop, frozen as it touched the ground,
Seemingly solid, immovable.
It’s crystalline delight pleases the eye.
If I touch something will it break,
Shatter to a million pieces?
Will time restart or am I lost,
Alone in the time stopped world.